come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
perhaps I may be a fool,
but I would like to be one
that can carry the world
on his back.
perhaps I may be a fool,
but let me lead these people
who need someone to follow
into a haven first.
perhaps I may be a fool,
but in my humble heart
I hum a song of hope
for one day to love.
7.6.2020
language is your home, I realized
after having wandered a bit too far
from a place I used to call home
these codes weaves in squiggly lines
are soaked with scents of someone’s skin,
freshness in a breeze, and warmth of a smile
I cried alone in a dark kitchen
as I stared into bones of this chicken
I realized how bony it has become
just like the language I used to know.
7.5.2020
you may find your memory fizzling away
into sparkling joy of champagne
bursting glee of fireworks
but keep that candle light glow
it will slowly begin to grow
7.4.2020
have you realized that color blue
can be as scorching hot to someone as
someone who’s been holding an icecube
7.3.2020
no longer tethered are the arms and the legs
of a Phoenix who forgot its immortality
life of a longing is no more,but
life of a suffering may be a must;
I will continue to dance in fire
while my voice may turns hoarse in roar
for even if I fall again,
in remembrance of my
beloved one’s memory
I will stand up again.
7.2.2020
We’ll pay for this, regardless of choice
Point of attrition, with no apparent voice
Reasons lost with no sign of return.
Burning with purpose and regret.
7.1.2020
Forget about the last last ten minutes,
for what matters is the next ten hours,
a decade, and half a century, who know.
sure, memory should hold an honor
but glow in the moment of now.
6.30.2020
Ralph with Coffee 